War from distance
Like computer games
Tomorrows young killers
Jet fighters and planes
War from distance
Can wear a smile
A deep facade
Embracing lies.
No need for empathy
The enemy isnt real
Its a game played in bedrooms
Upon a computers monitor screen
Teenage killers
Taught to employ
By means of a joystick
A most fun toy.
Towns and cities fall
The dead in a pile
Lets introduce scoreboards
Winner take all
For now just technology
In hands of the young
Tomorrows killers skills
Have already begun.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Published: October 6th, 2025 02:51
- Category: Unclassified
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